We believe we are lost in this world of grey, our senses are dulled in one of two ways. Black and white are nothing but the same; Two sides of every truth are stuck together like clay.
The scars of my past litter this picture frame.
Caught in between parallel lines, you are not so different from me. I'm becoming the rain in the sun; the rainbows casting shadows down on your feet. Losing the connection to the person who once was, some people want to die so they can be free.
Black velvet torches the sky and the beat of our intertwined hearts repeat.
The crickets sing a lullaby so sweet it forces a tear from your blue eyes. As I step into the world of the divine, unknown possibilities threaten to make me blind. Is this the best choice or my worst demise? You say it's intimidating and whimsy.
It's all starting to get dizzy.
How can I remain in one place when my wings beg me to fly? Stay behind and I will leave a mosaic feather in case you change your mind, but, come with me and my heart will carry you softly into the sky.
Take this world of grey and bring its colour back to life.
About the Creator
Jazlyn Burrell
I am just a girl who is in love with life and because of so, I want to add my little touch of magic to it ~
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